This is a song about "I m not a star"

That gal want me ride har

// [you're a... rock star]

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

With the goons i spar

Imma be a fucking star

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Yo i ain't a king slayer, yeah i'm a star slayer,

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained